Empirical Proof That all Men are Shitheads

I'm going to keep this as simple as possible, since I have to be in class in 20 minutes. Let's do it in bullet format, shall we?

1. I recieve a phone call from an old friend last week
   
2. She asks when I stopped talking to a guy we both knew in HS
3. Then she tells me that he's dating another girl we both new from HS
4. Then we figure out the overlap time
5. The subject is dropped with a minimum of "oh my God, what a bastard's" and "that lying piece of shit." and "you should tell her: no you should tell her: no you should tell her" We decide neither of us should tell her.
   
6. We don't.
7. Today I get an email from said male telling me that I'm "a cool girl and that he would understand if I didn't want to talk to him"
8. My response? This is verbatum. "what happened? You and *name omitted* break up? You should probably remember that people talk to each other. Newsflash asshole, I'm nobody's fallback girl."
9. I forwarded it to the old friend from number one
10. The end.

And people wonder why I'm such a bitter, jaded person? It's because of shit like this.

Get a Freakin' Room

Ok, people. It's time to get a room. In the past two days I've seen so many couples exploring the backs of each others throats that I can't even begin to count them. I understand that it's a university campus and hormones are flowing and you're away from your parents for the first time ever, but for the love of god, spare the rest of us. Please. Please isn't usually a word in my verbal repritore but in this case I'm begging. Spare the rest of us the tonsil hockey, do your freaking homework, read, do whatever 20 year olds do, honestly I don't give a shit, but if this continues I'm most likely going to go homicidal on the next couple that I see doing it.

There's your PSA for the day. I have to go to class

I know that everyone has already written about this, but...

Did you know that there are two different sub-species of men? Another ugly fact that I was reminded of this weekend. What are they? There are the ones that are assholes and aren't ashamed of it, and then . . . there are those who are assholes and are so ashamed of it that they hide it under this "nice guy" veneer.

Here are some examples....Let's call him Puke, just for fun's sake. I called him to see if he wanted to do anything on Saturday night. He said he was sick. I took him medicine. There was another girl there. Let's call her Stupid Girl who used to Live Next Door With Really Shitty Hair and Is Not As Pretty as me. Just about two weeks ago Puke and I had a conversation where he OH SO KINDLY explained that he didn't want anyone in his life, casual or otherwise. And then there the girl with the shitty hair was. I get it. Or at least I think I do. Maybe I cared too much? Maybe I was too available? Maybe, god forbid he lied to me and I wasn't pretty or thin enough. Fucker.

Example number two...Lying Lyer from job 2. we talk for a bit, I thought it was flirtatious, I gave him my phone number, he promptly told another girl from job 2 and then it mushroom clouded from there. Again, fucker. He got the big eyes and said "I never meant to hurt anyone" I say that's bullshit.

If anyone reads this, which I doubt, I got out of a fairly long term relationship about six months ago with an abusive bastard. What I don't want to hear are: You need more time; it takes twice as long to get over a relationship as you were in it; not all guys are shit; there is someone out there for you; it will happen when you least expect it, blah blah blah. I've heard all of those a million times and I really don't want to hear it again.

I'm angry. That should be more than obvious. I'm angry at the world, at the bastard that made me this way, I'm angry that the mad is turning into coldness and pretty soon I'll have pushed everyone away.

I swear to god...

If this stupid campus wireless connection kicks me off ONE more time, I'm going to be considerably more homicidal than usual.

So, I've noticed that there are a shitload of "Inspiring" and "profound" blogs out there, preaching peace and tolerance. Good for them. This isn't one of those. For those of you know me, you'll realize that I really don't have it in me to inspiring or profound. I'm a shallow belle with very little to say except to bitch about things. That probably accounts for the fact that I don't talk a whole lot....that being said, I have something profound to say....if it's colder than freaking Antartica outside it would probably be a fantastic idea to wear shoes that cover your entire foot. I see stupid people all the damn time wearing flip flops, or those stupid ugly crocs with no socks and it's 18 degrees outside. Am I the only one that thinks that this is just merely a lead up to pneumonia? Yeah, that's what I thought.

On another note, I've actually started making decent tips at Job #1, of course decent tips at that place only come if you stand and talk to the tourists and/or rednecks for-freaking-ever, but I'm good at that. It's all a good show, you know "the real Belle v. sweet southern waitress Belle who wants to take all of your money." I also put pictures of my cousins kids in my wait book, I thought that it would make people think I was a single mom and thus give me better tips because I was poor and working my ass off. That experiment has yet to yeild any data, I'll let you know at a later date if it works. What really works? The Veteran angle. They always ask personal questions and I just tell them that I spent the last four years "fighting for our country" (sitting at a desk and telling people what to do) and they thank me and leave a big tip. Also, considering that NO ONE has yet been able to accuratley peg my age is pretty cool.

Other than working like a dog at jobs 1 and 2 and going to school there really hasn't been time for much else. Aside from my very first Mrs. Robinson moment, but I'll go into that later.

It's been a while...oh, and I'm old.

I'm sitting in the campus computer because poverty has fallen upon the Belle. I don't have internet at my house. I'm having to relearn life. No more IMDB, no more IM, no more checking my email at 4 AM. SO, what have I been doing? Here's a list:

1. Going to class with people that I am ten years older than
2. Going to Job #1, which involves smiling and bringing people peanuts and having to pretend to be nice. Anyone who knows me knows that "nice" isn't one of my main mindsets.
3. Going to Job #2, where I sit in a room and file. It's quiet, there isn't anyone there to bother me and I just get left the hell alone.
4. Finding old friends. It's suprising how many people stick around this town. It used to be a hippie magnent but now it's a fucking yuppie magnent.
5. Painting more, as I have realized that I am still not fully recovered from the hell that was the pretentious soul sucking bastard from hell.
6. Dealing with the fact that my "friends" from Atlanta have abandoned me.
7. Getting lost. A lot. This town has changed. It's all gentrified now. Scary.
8. Learning how to feed myself off of the tips I get from Job #1
9. Living with three cats in a 400 square foot apartment. That really should have been number one.
10. Learning to live with poverty. It SUCKS. All I ever get to buy is food and sometimes art supplies.
11. Sitting on my "couch" wishing that it were actually comfortable and basically acting like an old woman. I'm crocheting Gnumoon a blanket for the bebe.
12. Walking across campus and thinking "he's cute" and then realizing that he's like TWELVE
13. Trying to convnice the Rugby coach that, while I am a frail old 28 years old, I still have the rage sufficient to play a game where the most fun thing isn't scoring a goal but kicking the shit out of someone.

That's thirteen. Since this is in the "More Bitching" category I thought I would go with the unlucky number. Since my luck hasn't been holding for much longer than a day recently maybe it will be opposite day today and I'll make tons and tons of money at Job #2 and it won't snow.